I own nothing, probably never will own anything cause I spend most of my life either writing or being ill. Awesome way to go. I don't own CS, OUAT, the cast or characters or crew, that's all down to the hard work of the show as a whole- I'm just a faithful watcher.
Title stolen from Adele. Sorry, love!
Water Under The Bridge
3rd Person
Emma scoffs, finishing the filing of her nails and sipping at her coffee, a look of disgust gracing her lovely features as she raises and eyebrow at David and her nose scrunches up at the monstrosity before her. "David, sweetie, I read twenty fashion magazines a day, work for Vogue-"
"You classify what you do as work?" David is now the one to raise an eyebrow and her glare silences him, making him look down at the shirt he wears.
"I may not know much about politics or how to write and English essay, but I do know that you need to rip that shirt off your body and run away or I will never be seen in public with you ever again." Emma shrugs, frowning in distaste and her head lolls around to the side to gather a second opinion. "Mary Margaret?"
Emma Swan is an attractive, elegant, intelligent woman who's only twenty six yet has already achieved more in her life than most would in fifty years. She's got the longest, brightest blonde hair you'll ever see, stunning green eyes that catch your attention perfectly, she's slim- after years of constant workouts every-damn-day- and not to mention the fact she has a heart of gold.
Usually. Usually she has a heart of gold. To her friends at least... sometimes not even then. David takes to describing her as 'short and sweet yet not always sweet' and the woman scowls at him each time.
She's been through more in her life then one would imagine, and it's safe to assume you wouldn't want to imagine it either- fighting with everything in her to get the the place where she is and she is determined to keep it, even if it means ignoring her friends to stay there.
Emma Swan's life is fairly laid back, and she often travels to Europe with her 'Aunt Patsy' who has very much been a huge influence in her life. Patsy was the one who made her who she is, gaining her a job at Vogue when she was only twenty and making it so she never had to lift a finger again- not that Patsy ever did either.
Unfortunately, there was no deterring Emma from becoming exactly like her Aunt Patsy. Single, high fly and up herself, out for her and only her, turning to wine and cigarettes when not with men, though Emma never did partake in those sorts of things- there had been flings, one night stands that went no where and relationships that lasted a few months at best, and sure Emma's intake of red wine was above what it should be, but she continues to protest she is nothing like her Aunt.
David fears the more she denies it, the more she turns into her.
Mary Margaret, the poor woman placed on the spot, shrugs. "I like the shirt," Emma scoffs once more, throwing her hands in the air as mock surrender. "I think it suits him."
"No wonder you're married..." Emma mutters, earning herself glares. "God bless your child's fashion sense, luckily he has Auntie Emma to help him out with that field-"
"Speaking of our child," David begins, effectively cutting Emma off and she frowns at the interruption. "Mary Margaret and I were wondering if you would watch young Daniel for us this weekend-"
Emma frowns, shaking her head, before suddenly her face morphs into a smile. "Can't, sorry brother-dearest, I'm off to Italy with Auntie Patsy."
"Again?" David asks, Emma was barely ever around and he thought he'd get time with his sister before she jetted off again. "You were in France last week!"
"And now we're booked for Italy!" Emma exclaims, sitting up and making some elaborate hand gesture he isn't sure is appropriate. "Away from work and stress, just us two and shopping!"
"What work?" Mary Margaret scoffs.
"The most stress you've ever had is when a boy in the playground cut off a chunk of your hair, and even then you got Auntie Patsy to pay off the teacher so he got in trouble!" David protests and Emma's scowl appears in full vengeance, the woman's excitement deflating as quickly as it came.
"I do work," Emma defends. "I go in once a month, tell them they're ideas are crap and then leave. It's very draining," She pouts, like a child who's been refused a cookie before dinner. "My stress comes from... oh I don't know," She puts on the puppy dog eyes. "Being lonely and single, with only Patsy as my company."
"You chose to be single, plenty of guys ask you out." Mary Margaret points out, unhelpfully Emma thinks, with a shit-eating-grin. "And if Patsy is your only company, I should worry for your mental health."
Emma sends a glare her way, looking every bit of a spoiled woman used to getting her own way- and David supposes she is that way now. "I want to go to Italy, that's final. I can never have fun anymore, not without you two breathing down my neck! Patsy is fun, she lets me let my hair down and forget the struggles of the world, now stop being boring old farts and be happy for me."
She's back to her carefree, cautious and excited self before they can comment. "Refill?"
Killian saunters through his office, winking at his friend as he passes, popping open the button on his dark blue suit as he reaches the main reception desk and grins wickedly at the woman there. "Lass, I believe you have something of mine."
Tink, one of his best friends and receptionist, smiles before reaching under the desk. "Just as you left it with me this morning," She pulls out a large paper bag, full to the brim of clothes, and he grins at the sight of it. "Do you own the exact same shirt in twenty different shades of blue or do you not own a washing machine?"
"Ha ha." He takes the bag from her. "Its comfy and I don't mind if it gets paint all over it." He shrugs, placing the bag down on the floor and producing a hanger from it- pulling off his suit jacket and laying it on the hanger, he straightens out any creases before picking up the bag again and rushing off to his office.
Killian Jones couldn't be any more different from Emma Swan.
He's fought tooth and nail to get where he is today, nobody ever helping him along the way and he's lost far too many people than to be considered healthy- which makes him all the more clingy to those he does have. Tink, basically, is all he has, and some father that keeps on messaging him to no avail.
Let us not even mention that man.
Killian Jones sailed his way through his studies, enrolled in the Navy with his big brother Liam and served as a Lieutenant before being honorably discharged at the passing of Liam Jones and the loss of Killian's left hand- all taken from him in an accident that could have been avoided had he of listened but again... best not to dwell.
He earned a large sum of money when he was only twenty one, all from the Navy and Liam's will (not that Liam had too much), that helped him set up his own small business before he got more and more interest in his tiny- it was tiny- organisation that mostly created sailing equipment or ways to stay safe, so that no one would endure the same fate as Liam and his left hand.
A woman named Patsy Wolfe took interest in his company and, by the skin of his teeth, he managed to convince her to fund him and within the year it was a major company with several different branches, Patsy always allowing him to have full control and accepting now payments from him except for the funds she gave.
Soon his company was so huge he realized he'd never need to worry for money anymore, and had begun to fund others like Patsy had for him. This included a hunting equipment company that became his chain and earned him a best friend in Robin Locksley, and the two helped a young man named Will set up his own bar- creating a chain for them also, and thus the three amigos was born.
However, Killian didn't just fund companies or organisations he thought he'd achieve something with. Since he turned twenty three, four years prior, he's been funding a small group named 'Swan Care'- and it's safe to say he has tried everything in his power to keep the small charity going, however nothing he did helped significantly...
Thus, by a stroke of what he calls genius but was actually rum and self pity, 'Hooks Hope Foundation' was born- his drunk addled brain believing that was a very creative and original name- two years ago.
Hooks Hope Foundation is a chain charity with Swan Care, each helping children with their education but Hooks Hope goes further and also includes activities- since the children they care for don't have much money, if any, and can't afford school books let alone fun trips out like children should, him and a group of others take them out almost every week for a fun adventure.
Which is exactly why he's just changed into a pair of paint-covered grey jeans, trainers that have been worn in one or two too many times and a plain light blue button up that Tink insists is the exact same every week.
Folding up all of his clothes neatly and placing them in the bag the rest of his things were, he gathers up all he'll need and rushes out the door to Tink- presenting her with a bright (polished every Sunday so it sparkles) silver house key, hanging off several key chains the kids have presented to him over the last four years. "Tink, would you be so kind and-"
"Bring your things back to yours and feed your dog?" He nods, smiling sheepishly and she nods- taking the bag full of his possessions and placing it on the desk next to her. "Not a bother, like it isn't every week."
Killian grins and sends her a wink. "You're a gem."
Emma sips at her coffee, throwing scowls at the couple across the street as they speak to their children with love in their eyes and their children giggle over nothing. "Urg." She finishes her coffee, frowning.
"Sickening, isn't it?" Her company comments, taking a puff from their cigarette and scowling much like Emma did- Emma brushes the smoke that is blown at her, frowning at the beehive hairdo-blonde in front of her.
"Yup..." Emma picks up a stray fork from her muffin that she used. "Makes me wanna stick a fork in my eye." Her company pulls the fork from her hand and Emma scoffs.
"The only person who will cause you bodily harm will be me, Emma Swan." Patsy, her company and oh-so-loving 'Aunt', tells her, teeth baring in a grin that can only be described as evil. "I've been waiting twelve years for it, don't dangle the dream and take it away."
"Whatever, Aunt Patsy." Emma presses a lone finger to the window, grinning when she spots a man opening the front of his car and huffing into the air- the cold October air catching onto his breath and causing smoke. "If you'll excuse me, I have someone to help."
Patsy glances in the direction Emma had been looking, taking a drag from her favorite drug and waving her off. "Go get some."
Emma scoffs and makes her way out of the cafe she'd been in, using her thin cardigan as protection from the cold air as she pulls it closer to her, her heels clicking on the cobbles on the ground as she approaches the man she'd set her sights on.
To her surprise, and liking, the man doesn't notice her stand next to him- to preoccupied with whispering profanities under his breath about his car- before she leans against the side and smirks when he yelps, letting her know he's seen her. "Need some help?"
Blue eyes meet green and she almost gasps at the gorgeous sight she's faced with, this man truly is a vision to behold, but keeps it in when he extends a hand. "Killian Jones, and yes."
"Emma Swan." She takes his hand before rolling her sleeves up, tying the bottom of her cardigan around her waist and leaning under the hood of the car to see the problem. "I grew up in foster homes and once, my foster brother taught me how to repair cars- though it depends on the severity of the damage."
After ten minutes and a quick explanation about what was wrong, she has the keys in the engine and it's purring like it should- making him grin thankfully at her and attempt to pay her. "No, don't you dare." She pushes his money filled hands away, waiting for him to put the wad of fifties away before closing the hood of the car and leaning on it. "You could do me a favor instead?" She suggests.
"Which is?" He asks and she smirks, taking a step closer to him while one eye is trained at her aunt- who's face is pressed against the glass of the coffee shop, watching their interaction with her legs bent up in the air ungracefully and cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
"You see that blonde with a beehive in the window of the coffee shop?" He nods. "Been staring for a while... yeah. She's kind of my aunt, and my favor is that you pretend to whisper seductively in my ear and then whisk me away out of here in your newly repaired car?"
He smirks, also taking a step closer and using his hand (his only hand, she notices) to untie her cardigan where she'd tied a knot earlier in order to help him. "I'm about to go volunteer with a bunch of kids, and unless you feel like helping." She scoffs, frowning from the word volunteer and ignoring her heart pounding when she learns he helps children.
"Just whisk me away, down the street and round the corner will do, but she needs to think I've pulled you away to have my wicked way with you." She plasters on a fake smile, pressing her hands against his chest and leaning close. "I could... but you're volunteering, so it wouldn't be right of course-"
He grins, chucking a little and turning his head so his nose nuzzles her cheek and she can feel his smile widen when she leans up to whisper in his ear. "I wouldn't want you to ignore the children just for some woman." She shrugs and she notices him pretending- or so she thinks he is, for her aunts benefit- to be amused by her words.
"Fine, this dashing rapscallion will whisk you away to the next bus stop." She grins and takes a hold of his hand, allowing him to walk her round the passenger side and opening the door so she can slip in.
As he slides into his own side, her phone pings and she looks down to find Patsy has send her a string of winking emojis. "So," He starts his engine once more and she sighs in satisfaction at the noise it makes. "Emma Swan, why'd you help me?"
"Saw you in distress, saw a pull, thought I could one up my aunt and decided 'why not?' and went for you." She shrugs, pulling her seat belt around her and grinning as he pulls away from the curb. "Patsy will sure be jealous-"
"Patsy? As in... Patsy Wolfe?" He asks and she nods. "Knew I knew her face, lass, I've met her, she helped me set up my business-"
"Not true." She scoffs. "Patsy never helps anyone unless somethings in it for her, it's her tricks, I'm sure she scammed you-"
"Nope, the opposite." The way in which he pops the 'p' in his sentences both irks her, making him all the more irritating to her, and makes the attraction she feels rise- and it shows in the way she blushes when he reaches for the car controls, mistakingly thinking he was reaching for the hand she has resting on her thigh and taking his fake hand in her own. "That's new."
Emma raises an eyebrow, not understanding as she rests their joined hands (wooden being grasped by her own real one) on her leg. "What?"
"I was actually reaching for her gears..." She retracts her hand like an electric shock, embarrassment overtaking her features and she rests her elbow on his window- hitting her head for being such an idiot. "But that was nice, Swan, did you see me complaining?" He pulls to a stop at a light and she grins, reaching over a pressing a kiss to his cheek for no reason other than she wanted to.
She's never been so out there, completely open to someone, like she's being now. It's slightly terrifying but it just makes him ten times more attractive to her, seeing as he doesn't comment but just bites his lip as the light goes green. "Want some company with the kids?" She finds herself offering, shocking herself and him evidently by the way his eyes widen as he nods. "It'll be my first time though, I may not be very good."
He winks at the innuendos to be made and she rolls her eyes. "Never forget your first, love."
Shocklingly, she ends up not hating the experience. Although she could do without kids asking her if she was 'Killy's girlfriend'.
Even more surprising, however, is that she ends up finding out she loves throwing paint at a wall while Killian and a group of children try to pelt her group with nerf bullets and it's declared an all out war- her group winning purely because Killian fell over and everyone gathered against him, only to let rip with their bullets and wreck him.
Emma finds herself eating dinner with him before the nights out, sitting on his couch watching a replay of some old comedy show while eating with chop sticks and throwing rice at his head when he's not looking.
Her phone pings, buzzes and rings all night, but it goes ignored as she finds herself having a water fight with Killian that ends with her pressed up against the kitchen counter and-
Well, you can guess the rest.
Damn it! Emma thinks, I wasn't meant to sleep with him, and I certainly wasn't meant to enjoy myself doing other things too- it's not what Patsy taught me.
At five am the next morning, she slips out of Killian's arms and into her clothes- frowning as she writes a note and leaves it where her head was, brushing the hair from his face and smiling in contentment when she sees him relax under her touch.
She regrets her decision for the rest of her day, wishing she had stayed with him, wishing she could have laid back down in his arms, fall asleep again and wake up to kissing him in the morning, maybe eat together with shared looks over the table- hands together- and helping him wash up before leaving with a promise of a date soon.
But that's not what she was taught, she should only be for herself, only do what she needs to help her get along, she shouldn't have enjoyed helping him so much or being around him- being comfortable in his arms and wondering what would have happened if she'd stayed.
Patsy taught her better then to fall in love with strangers.
In the next chapter, if you guys like it enough to Kudos, Bookmark, Review, Comment or Follow/ Favorite than there will be more chapters. I like how this has gone so far, I will explain Patsy in more detail soon because she's complex- and if you want to see how this Aunt Patsy has affected Emma's life so much this happens... Who knows?
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